Black Crosses
Strung Out Lyrics

Vapor trails chase down the setting sun
The visible exhaust from flying planes follow the line of the horizon as the sun sets.

and the silence comes in dreams of everyone.
As night falls, the world around us becomes quiet and peaceful, as if dreaming.

Hieroglyphic prophecy in digital display
Modern technology attempts to predict the future by displaying symbolic messages.

racing to the end of time.
We rush towards the inevitable end that awaits us all.

We don't really wanna know the way.
Despite our curiosity, we are too afraid to learn what lies ahead.

Illumination my divine right.
The enlightening truth is my inherent privilege.

I'm separation of the Earth and State.
I am the division between the physical world and human governance.

Black crosses in the sun
Symbols of death and destruction fill the bright sky.

waiting for us down lonely horizons.
The ominous signs of doom are present in the desolate distance where no one else can be seen.

We're wasting away, we're down on our knees
We are deteriorating physically and mentally, reaching a point of submission.

awaiting prophecy from someone else's dreams.
We hope for guidance and foresight from sources beyond ourselves.

Empty eyes stare through the blackened sun.
Devoid of life or meaning, eyes gaze through the dimly lit sky.

We can rise only to become undone.
Even when we strive to succeed, we ultimately fail and fall apart.

One thousand fathoms deep below the darkest ocean depths
In the most remote and unknown places in the ocean, where no human has ventured before.

to radiated heavens floating just beyond our reach.
To the dangerous and potentially deadly unknown regions of space, just beyond our current capabilities.

We are the light
Humanity serves as a source of energy and illumination for the universe.

that fuels the sun
Our constant consumption of resources and energy powers the star that gives us life.

to burn more
The sun's output and activity increases as a result of our constant demands on its energy.

and cave in on us.
Eventually, the sun will die and collapse, bringing about the end of life as we know it.

I hear the rapture now.
I can sense the impending climax of the world's events and the arrival of a new era.

We are dead space in time.
As humans, we exist and move forward in time, but we are ultimately insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

The signal's coming in and out.
We receive mixed messages and guidance from the universe and other sources beyond our control.

We are the lonely ones.
Despite being part of a vast universe, we are ultimately isolated and alone in our own experiences and struggles.